Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rhythim Is Rhythim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Franke,
ABC,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.